The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: Rayenoir on November 12, 2006, 05:05:48 PM
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Just as I needed it most... I reach over the top. Nature grants me the ability to adapt my form to a number of things better suited for a given task. This is the true meaning of being the ultimate predator... able to convert to suit any situation, to adapt, change as needed for the environment. The elements heed my needs... and now my form does as well.
I'll exercise this new skill. There are more situations than the forms I feel calling to me warrant. More precision is necessary...
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HA!
Success. Using these new shapes appropriately has rendered new strength, and new opportunity. The form of the boar, while mostly plant-eating, still bears its own savagery. With the opportunity to take on the wings of birds, and the cunning silence of the innocent-seeming housecat, I take on the sheep's clothing as in the parable of the wolf. To draw closer to prey unawares, and strike when the opportunity presents itself. I feel... hungry.
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Amusing, this drow.
I'm not sure whether it would be more interesting to eat her, or to let her live. She understands, to a degree. I can hear the urge in her voice, moreso than the dwarven lad. He wanted to perfect his skill, but to what end? She wishes, I can tell from the way she speaks, to climb over others, to survive. A dark elf trait to be sure. She fired on me when I mocked her with my flight, I easily passed by the arrow without harm. She's in the palm of my hand, and doesn't realize it.
Gordak is growing. His height is already the length of my arm. Soon I won't be able to carry him on it without straining myself, unless changing shape or calling on the strength of the bull.
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Like a muscle, the more I flex the growth and change, the more easily it comes, the stronger it feels. I run, and the flesh leaps to accomodate with speed. I strike, claws and strength blossom. The urge flowing beneath my muscle and bone, it's nearly tangible.
The drow, which I have come to know is called Sheree, seems to be playing the game back at me. I still have the upper hand, but that's because I define the rules. The fact though that she plays without playing, that it seems as though second nature to her... no longer prey, I think. At least, not for now.
The greatest predator grows stronger by finding the strongest prey and overcoming it, facing harsh environs and surviving them. The world changed, and I live on. What greater prey than another who hunts? Moreso, one who hunts you... I take on the forms of beasts, hunters by instinct. But those with thinking minds are animal as well. I need both. This threshold must be crossed in turn to truly meet every circumstance as well as I can.
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Another strength gained through exercising one's talents... I call upon a handful of familiar shapes freely now. I fly, I hide, I run, I slither with ease. Certainly I shall break the barrier and expand into the intelligent forms... calling upon more than simple instinct and flesh, but capability and skill as well. Soon, very soon. I will take on what shapes I require to fulfill my needs. Of course.
Steel. I've come to know him and his companion Krys. Krys seems of fragile flesh, with wit behind it. Steel, however... I can smell him when I change, and he knows it. There is something of him not of this world. And yet, the fundamental rules of this world resonate with his being. Perhaps it is a universal truth for the world we live in. Or perhaps it is the part of him that is of this world that understands? In any case, he is strong, and he is smart. He speaks without speaking. I've run across him often, and have never considered him among the prey. Well done, Steel. Well done.